BECKETT WAS more than surprised, seeing the love of his life pointing a gun at him. And he was doing the same thing. He knew it was Vivianne in front of him now, but he couldn't bring himself to lower his weapon.
He trusts her, but there's something different about Vivianne's gaze. The hatred looked genuine, and he wondered why.
"Vivianne..." Beckett called out to the young woman. His voice was full of longing and pain. "Why did you leave me?"
Vivianne didn't respond. Instead, she tightened her grip on the gun. "Don't look for me again. Don't visit the company I work for, my apartment, and don't even try to find my friends. You will die if you do that.”
"Vivianne—"
"And don't come near me. Stay there. Don't take a step closer because I don't know what might happen if you don’t follow
